"Honey, I just wanted to tell you…"
The older man's voice carried a noticeable urgency, and he ate at a speed far quicker than usual. The wolfberry duck soup in front of him was drained clean, leaving only a solitary duck lingering in the bowl.
The man then swiftly scooped his beloved petite woman into his arms and strode purposefully toward the door of the lounge.
"Ah! You're finished eating so quickly! Again?!"
The series of actions left the young woman flustered, her exquisite features now awash with a glossy, watery glow. In the next instant, she turned as pink as a steamed peach bun, her cheeks glowing. Her long lashes quivered bashfully, her emotions vacillating between shyness and excitement.
"Wifey, do you feel the lounge has become dull since we've used it before? No worries. Today, we'll try the desk."
